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At Home is a collection of photographs that I took of my children nearly every Saturday for 5 years. It began when my youngest son started playing dead – he would throw himself on sidewalks, our neighbor’s lawn and our apartment floor in an effort to shock any passerby. I found his gestures in these moments so honest and profoundly beautiful that I began photographing them.
It became my examination of what fear looks like through the expression of a child. I wanted to create a visual description of what it is to feel vulnerable, isolated, uncertain and finite. Over the years the focus shifted from my youngest to my eldest son and back again, with one constant – the landscape of our home.
The interiors of our home reflected an intimacy, a look inward to find something more far-reaching. And so what started out as humorous child’s play ended up being a photographic articulation of what it is to be a mother of two boys in the confines of our home.

My work, and this series in particular, is a collection of photographs of me and my children – a family album in some respects. It is a documentation of us as family as we are faced with the uncertainty of change, my struggle of knowing when to let go, when to hold on and how to connect to a world that I primarily experienced through my children. These photographs are about my sense of loss and longing to identify what we are as a family, who I am as a woman and what it is to be a single mother of my two sons who are on the precipice of manhood and beginning their own lives.